Sherri groaned against him, and her right leg rose to wrap around his hips in her hunger for more. He knew the feeling.

He grabbed her buttocks and lifted her up against the wall. She reached between them to guide him home, and he thrust forward eagerly. Her body was a hot glove, as slippery and sexy inside as out.

Her arms went around his neck, and she hung on for dear life as he pounded home again and again, seating himself deep and then deeper still within her. She started to shudder and her internal muscles gripped him, milking his shaft, begging him to join her in release.

Gritting his teeth, he held out. It took every ounce of self-discipline he possessed to let her come around him without joining her. But as her first wave of pleasure passed, he resumed moving in and out of the tight sheath of her body.

The water pounded down on his back, drenching them both in a shower of heat and steam that added to the overall luxuriousness of possessing Sherri and giving himself to her.

Finally, the lust took over and he lost control, matching her surging hips with thrusts of his own. Their bodies slapped together wetly, carnal and raw. Sherri threw her head back and cried out, and he clapped a hand over her mouth as his own strangled shout escaped. He clenched his jaw with all his might, and then his entire body exploded up and into Sherri, deep inside.

She went limp against him, panting. Her forehead fell to his shoulder. And his nose landed in her shampoo-sweet-smelling hair.

He wasn’t sure he had any intact bones left. She’d shattered him completely. He let her slide down his body, relishing the feel of her breasts against his chest, the muscles of her thighs against his, the softness of her relaxed belly pressing into his.

He took a step back, drawing her under the spray of water. Eyes closed, head tilted back, she rinsed out her hair. It was a simple act, but there was something so sensual about the way her fingers slid through the wet golden strands, the way her palms smoothed the water back from her face, the way the suds coursed down the slender column of her neck, that he felt his cock stirring again already.

Sherri felt it, too. She opened her eyes, gazing up at him in invitation so ageless, mysterious, and feminine that he could hardly breathe.

“What’s your pleasure?” he murmured against her lips.

A smile curved her mouth against his and she surprised him by turning around in his arms. She glanced over her shoulder at him, throwing him a come-hither look that had his cock springing to full attention.

She planted her palms on the wall of the shower, and the look in her eyes dared him to take her this way.